After four days of back-breaking 12-hour days, I'm finally moved and the old place is just a memory. The slumlord sent me several threatening letters demanding various amounts of money depending on her mood. I tolerated it for as long as I could, but finally ended up sending a nasty little missive to her on the intricacies of contract law. Haven't heard a peep from her since, other than a polite "thank you" for the balance of my last month's rent. I'm still surrounded by mountains of unpacked boxes but I'm gloriously happy and not quite convinced that this isn't some strange dream. I went back to work today, giddy and exhausted...desperately longing for the weekend.
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you're home now.
congratulations on the new house! i can only imagine how exciting and liberating (forgetting about the payment schedule for a minute) it would be.
and whats great is your boys (and you too, of course) will have a house where they can put down roots. that's something i really feel is important. although not necessary, its so nice to be rooted and attached to a specific PLACE. i have recently moved back into my childhood neighborhood and i didn't realize how wonderful it would be until all the dust from moving had settled. my son goes to school at the same school i went to. he swims at the YMCA where i used to swim. he plays in the same park i played in daily. its sort of strange, but definitely very cool to have that sense of place.
and your ex-landlord is funny, sending an attorney a threatening letter! teehee!
have fun settling in.
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